less than stellar feedback...

I've been chatting up the idea of a situation comedy based on the comings & goings of a bunch of old fuckers at LaSolana. The feedback received so far is less than stellar:

"I would give you a .0001 chance of success. Dude, I hate to be the guy to break it to you. Your material needs a serious overhaul."

"What do you mean Big C?"

"Look, the reason people around here read your blog & find it entertaining is because they know you & relate to it first hand. That's the only reason," adding in a bewildered tone, "Who the hell, outside of LaSolana, is going to pay attention to a reality show where all you talk about is fast food & women you want to sleep with...all while you're floating around in a pool?"

Before I can answer; he answers for me:

"Zippo buddy! Not a goddamn one. Do you really think people will be interested in hearing a guy critique a Wendy's double bacon cheeseburger with a couple of other fat fuckers while they're floating in a pool? Jesus man, the concept doesn't have a chance."

Any feedback on the blog is welcome; his rant continues:

"Look dude, I've been telling you to write a script for the longest time & you keep telling me the blog is the script," adding in a belligerent tone, "The dialog; arc; story line; character development & every fucking thing else in your blog for such a venture is missing; or grossly inadequate."

"It sounds like you're telling me I don't have the writing chops for it. Is that what you are trying to tell me?"

"That's exactly what I'm trying to tell you dude," adding with more belligerence, "I have a better chance of squatting five hundred pounds than you do of seeing this idea come to fruition."

"I doubt that very seriously Big C. I have seen you in the gym."

"You catch my drift smart ass," is his snarky reply.

"Yeah, I catch your drift Big C. The thing is you have an infinite zero chance of ever squatting five hundred pounds. My idea at least has a glimmer of hope. Find a better euphemism."

Big C leaves the pool & Lilly enters. The feedback continues:

"I'm with Big C," are her words after sharing his critique, "There is one thing I disagree with him on?"

"What's that Lilly?"

"He said you have a .0001 chance of success."

"Yep," in a somber tone.

"In my opinion he is being optimistic about things. I'd add a couple of more zeroes to it."

"Geez, thanks for the boost of confidence Lilly."

"Just trying to be honest about things. Do you want to know what I think a big problem of yours is with the blog?"

"What's that Lilly?"

"You are failing to make the material click."

"I need better material is that..."

"Not just better material," interrupting before I can finish my sentence, "Your material needs to make a quantum leap & you need to produce a considerable amount more of it. Right now, I don't see anything coming out of your writing except a few laughs from the old ladies at the pool."

Rocky enters the pool area a half hour after Lilly leaves. I share the previous feedback with him:

"I agree with both of them wholeheartedly," adding, "The thing is if we could get someone in here who can really write. A professional who knows what they're doing. Yeah, I can see something coming out of what you are saying. They're plenty of funny characters with all these old motherfuckers running around."

"I agree with your assessment Rocky. That's why I'm proposing the idea."

"It's too bad you are not more talented & resourceful. At least than you might have a chance. The way things stand right now I don't see your idea happening in a million years. It would be a waste of time & money in my opinion."

Sounds like I'm going to have to step up my game if there is any chance of success. That's life in general though.